Lips locked in a fire of love
Head with no brain floating above
Red hot fingertips touch your face
Heat that makes both hearts race
Butterfly kisses up and down your spine
Finally as of right now she feels she’s flyin
Eyes blurred in sweet ecstasy
Finally her head feels truly free
Tingly sensations from head to toe
Hot steamy winds begin to blow
Cold water comes down and puts out the fire
Tingly turns to painful pokey brier
You stop it all
With a crazy animal call
Her insides feel so cold
Her skin feels like its growing mold
Author notes
ummmm. this is not about any one i just wote it
A contest entry
- Dirty Pretty Contest by Innocent Evil.
700 points, ended January 5, 2008, 35 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Wow! Juli...you get better and better. I'm amazed. This was fricken amazing! Please write more...
*Snap*
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a most pwerful read.
thanks for sharing and best wishes in all you do.
tory
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